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Her Birthday

my sisters birthday passed a weerk ago. i can remember how sad and depressed i was. i missed that day of school for her. i was feeling so awful and just broke down crying.

Christmas is coming up

We are waiting for Melanie’s white cells to come up. While waiting we are introduced to Hama beads by the play specialist in the ward. First day Melanie makes one shape. Second day, she makes three shapes. Third day, I joined her. We start making many shapes in varying sizes and colour. The play specialist complains that she cannot just attend us only (because we ask her to do the ironing). This means I need to do it. Ok fine, no problems. We produce about 50 figures made from Hama beads. Bees, angles, Santa, rainbows and so on.Read more

Forth chemo – final one

Melanie is receiving her fourth chemo – the last one. Hurray, four months of treatment is almost over. The whole thing is almost over. I am not sure how I should be feeling now. Can I feel happy? Four months of living in and out of hospitals is coming to an end. We can finally go home and never think about it again. I know that there is still radiotherapy but it is ok.Read more

Christmas party at school

There is a Christmas play at school. Melanie always participated in the plays. It is her speciality, to be on stage and perform. She is so comfortable on stage. She likes people watching her. But, this year it is doubtful that she will participate. She missed all the preparations already. Right now, she has a break – in between chemos. She seems happy to help her friends out for the play. She seems happy with just being there. Her friends do not leave her a minute alone. Melanie is surrounded by good friends.Read more

Melanie’s brain and eyes

We are waiting for her MRI and CT scans to come in. They were taken a while ago when she had this weird infection around her eyes.

The scans show some abnormality in her brain and the consultants are not entirely sure what that means. Some think that they are sign of leukaemia cells. Not to take any chances, they add additional chemo injections through the spine.

They also suggest radiotherapy on the head after the chemo treatments are over.Read more

Nick is the ward’s naughty boy

There is this boy in the ward, named Nick. He is always around, going from one room to another, visiting other kids. He is 14yrs old. He seems physically much smaller and younger than his age but mentally much older. He’s been in and out of hospitals for about four years.

I understand that he will have a bone marrow transplant soon. He is given 20% success. I don’t know how to interpret this number. Is it good or bad? I take it as bad. I feel sorry for him. I also think that, despite Melanie’s aggressive condition, she stands a better chance than him.Read more

Few months or few years – it is the same

I am in the ward kitchen. I meet Brian’s mum. It is funny how we talk about each other. First names are not used. It is always someone’s mum and dad. Brian’s mum tells me that they came from South Africa and have been waiting for a donor for more than half a year. Finally there is one found and now little Brian is getting for the transplant. He’s been on an doff hospitals for the past five years.Read more

The boy next room

There is this boy, named Andy. He is 14 yrs old. I find out that he has been in and out of hospital for the last four years. I am terrified. Fours years of treatment… Goodness this sounds awful amount of time. The doctors said Melanie will be given the standard four month-course chemotherapy treatment.

Four months vs four years. I am thinking, shall I be grateful, shall I worry or what? I see Andy’s mother outside the ward, smoking when ever she gets a chance. First we criticise her about smoking then her unfriendliness.Read more

Hair…Head Lice…

Melanie’s hair is as stubborn as herself. They are not falling, still hanging there. She has very long gorgeous hair. I talk to the nurses that perhaps her hair will not fall out. They look at me and smile – it will.

One day I am sitting on Mel’s bed… Still I don’t know how sit on her bed. Either I am stepping on the tubes (she then screams at me) or I fall out. Anyhow, I see something crawling on her hair. I cannot believe my eyes – it is head lice. But how comes we did not see it before?

Again, we start laughing and making jokes about head lice dying from the chemo.

The big infection…steroids…wobble

So far Melanie had the typical side effects of the chemo…mouth ulcers etc.Read more

Syndicate content

WHY?

Why in my brain?
It caused me so much pain.
Why in my head?
Perhaps somewhere else instead.
Why in my brain?
We tried a fluid drain.

I just want to walk like you.
I’ve had enough now, haven’t you too?

Poem from Sophie Pollock who lost her battle with cancer in 2007.

Things you can do on Difficult Days

Talk about the child who has died.
Write a letter to him/her.
Eat his/her favourite food.
Watch a video of him/her.
Wear one of his/her clothes like a scarf.
Light a candle.
Look at photos.
Listen to his/her favourite music.
Visit the grave.
Cry, laugh, scream.
Release a balloon with a message.

Some tips for parents and siblings.

What’s the Point?

What’s the point of eyes,
If you’re not here to see?
What’s the point of ears,
If you cannot hear me?
Every sense on my body,
Useless as a broken toy,
What’s the point of beauty,
If you cannot enjoy?

Cry of a parent - by JK.